These days you remain shut or open,
Oft you vanish from mind’s horizon;
While open, divine, it’s sheer heaven,
While shut, I stay unceasingly sullen.
You know, mind sustains in live contact,
It flickers in absence of sustained thought
And slips to naught while contact is lost –
Yet constantly you light my soul bright.
You are at root, shedding divine light,
Making my life truly sweet and quaint;
Roots are intact, but growths, do blight
In time we go without right contact.
Sometimes I swell, I know not why,
Like flagrant fire, mind flies sky high;
You break out from all, from air and sky –
Oh, in benign smile and impatient sigh.
Like ocean waves, you endlessly roll
And seize my heart and kiss my soul
While I rest in deep contemplative lull;
And you stir my mind in poetic swell.
But some days, shut, no waves roll,
Though I do feel you kissing my soul;
While I rest in a contemplative lull,
No stir in mind, I find, no poetic swell.
Indolent is mind sans your presence,
No spark, sheer blank, dumb in essence;
I grope in darkness to find your presence,
Alas, hands tire, and I relapse to silence.
All will go right when we shall meet,
Come to contact and closely interact –
Senses stir mind, memories us incite
And soul and mind shall march intact.
We live in void in different worlds
Without a bridge connecting heads;
No signals pass, no bond moulds –
We bind while we cross the bounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem